The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1887-10-15

sunset that seemed Ia close up the
perspective at the other end of the
Swampy road-coming at brisk run.
She remembered the man with the
pipe; the two half-grown lads who had
stopped To listen To Mrs Falkncr's
high-pitchcd words; she thought of the
solitary spot. and of the money in her
pocket, and whipped up Old Billy, with
what energy She possessed. But 10 no
avail. That venerable stccd stopped
short, bracing has four legs in four
different directions, aud hanging his
head down in a most discouraging
fashion.
Bell had heard different members of
the Jenkins family alludc To char
nctcriStic possessed by Old Billy at in
convenient times and seasons. hut, up
to this time. she never had known what
baking meant
"llc won't stir stcp-thc wrctchcd
BEAST she gaspcd. "Wcll, il he don't,
must won't stay here To Ice robbed
and murlcrcdV'
She sprang lightly out of the wagon.
and with scared glance behind her at
the pursuing figure, which was ccr-
tainly gaining ON her fairly took 10
her heels. The sound of shout
reached her ears, hut it had only the
effect of accelcrating her footsteps,
"Stop, indccdl' she thought "As
II had ANY idea oi stoppingN
Bell Barlow had not played number
less games of tennis aud tournaments
Of cr"quct for nothing. Swift and light
as Atlanta. she He'd along. scarcely
pausing to look behind her. until. In
the dew aud purple dusk, she bounded
under the monster lilac bushes that
kept guard on each side of Aunt Rhoda
Jenkins garden gate and dartcd into
the kitchen door
ia mc!' said Aunt Rhoda, who,
with her one available wrist. was bak-
ing wheat cakes for supper, "this amt
never you. Miss Bell What ON earth
hcy' yc done with the horscP'
Here Is the money" cried Bell
ilnging the distcndcd leather bank
book on the table. IL left Billy and
the wagon in the swamp. He balkcd.
IL that Is what you call II. and wouldn't
come a step farther. And there was
horrible tramp chasing me. and. oh,
have run so fast' But the money IL
safe. was too late for banking hours,
but | have brought IL Ia YOU"
"La-mcv' said Aunt Rhoda.
A Al. Al.
whccrs was heard at the side Of the
house. Aunt Rhoda stretched her lean
neck towards the window.
"Why. there's Billy now" said she,
"and Mr.. Kennedy driyin' him. "
"And II pretty chase I've had after
Miss Barlow" said the young clergy
man. entering the kitchen with laugh.
"Sho cropped out her samples Of en-
broidcry silk and satin ribbon Just
after she got into the Swamp Road
and here I've followed her 10 the very
door before could catch her. But
what made you run awny from me.
Miss BarlowP'
Nv was il you?" fatcrcd poor
Bell. feeling ms II every drop Of blood
in her body was turning 10 fire. II
thought il was-robbersl And ! had
Mrs. Jenkins money In my charge.
and the road was ga lonely. and"
"Do look 40 much like dcspcr-
adoP' said MIR Kennedy. surveying
himself with an air Of comical dcprc-
cation. And shouted 10 you 10
wait. too.
"Tm very sorry" said Bell. hanging
down her head. "It was very stupid
Of me. ~
But you're not going 10 cry, Miss
Barlow
"No,' said Bell, hystcrically, "but
I'm going 10 laugh. ! think
IL wouldn't DO neither one nor the
other" said Mrs jenkins I'D Jest
come in 10 supper. The tea is drawcd,
and the cakes Is baked. now. aud
there's some proper good ounce sass
on the table
Both Mr Kennedy and Miss Barlow
took the old danes good advice.
"And do b'licyc, Aunt Rhoda said
afterwards. III il hadn't been for that
race through the Swamp Road, Mr.
Kennedy never would have been en-
gagged 10 my city boardcr. For he
had an idea she was cold and naughty,
and she thought hc didn't care nothing
about her But somehow they got 10
bc fr., rate good friends aricr that
Hell get real bright. stirring wife,
and if she VAS 10 hunt all through
Prospect County, she could get no
smarter man than Mr.. Kennedy
Aud il was thus that Mrs. jenkins
gave in her adhesion b the popular be-
lief. Whatever is, Is right w. ADy
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